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Say you wanna see my garden |
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And you wanna make it shine |
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Say you wanna see my blue jeans |
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Hanging on your old clothesline |
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Standing in the backdoor crying |
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Now you wanna be my friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole thing ends |
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Now what's a little baby doing |
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Dressing up in banker's clothes? |
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What's a little sweetheart like you |
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Doing with a bloody nose? |
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Standing in the backdoor crying |
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Now you're gonna need a friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole thing ends |
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Now once you had a hook and ladder |
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Up into the headless night |
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And once you had a motorcycle |
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But you couldn't ride it right |
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Standing in the doorway crying |
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Now you're gonna need a friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole thing ends |
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Someone said something one time |
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But Daddy didn't talk too loud |
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People oughta stick together |
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That's the way to make a crowd |
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But here you come alone and crying |
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Now you wanna be my friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole thing ends |
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Momma's in the beauty parlor |
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And Daddy's in the baseball pool |
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Sister's in the drive-in movie |
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Brother's in the old high school |
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Now here you come alone and crying |
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Once, you know, you were my friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole thing ends |
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Standing in the backdoor crying |
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Now you wanna be my friend |
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That's the way the cornbread crumbles |
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That's the way the whole things ends |
